His heart gave a slight tremor. The tribal chieftain knew nothing at all about Sikong Jing, much less any deeds in the Central Plains. He only knew that Sikong Jing was something like the descendant of an old friend of Demon Dream.
Thus, the chieftain muttered to himself, "Everyone close to Demon Dream is a damn monster."
For such a terrifying figure as Demon Dream to emerge from their tiny tribe was something they had never even dared imagine before.
The chieftain had only reached the level of a peak Emperor because of Demon Dream's help.
Just then, Han Guanglei's voice suddenly rang out before the tribe's gates. "Senior Brother Shu, spare me! I was possessed by a moment of madness."
That voice immediately drew Su Yuexi's and the chieftain's attention...
They promptly looked over and saw that, at some unknown point, Han Guanglei—surrounded by the people of Hidden Star Gate—had already fallen to her knees before Shu Guangye, weeping bitterly in a pitiful state.
Earlier, Han Guanglei had claimed that Shu Guangye was someone Sikong Jing had sent to impersonate him.
But whether he was fake or not, how could the people of Hidden Star Gate fail to see it? It was a completely useless and laughable excuse.
After Shu Guangye's detailed account, the entirety of Hidden Star Gate finally understood the whole sequence of events. They realized they had nearly been used as a blade and thrown away as expendable pawns.
Every one of them glared at Han Guanglei in boundless fury. She had actually wanted to destroy the entire Hidden Star Gate.
She had even wanted to poison the Gate Master to death with her own hands.
Even Han Guanglei's personal disciples stared coldly at this heartless, faithless master. Their hearts had gone utterly cold.
**Thud, thud,